Mother Of Mine

preetikrishnan7gmailcom posted under PenMuse-35 Poetry on 2021-11-21



She nurtures nascent bud to life, She may not be an armoured knight, She guards her child in every plight, She endures every pain and strife. A world in herself, A teacher, a friend and a critique at times, Chiseling one through virtue, With love and her irreplaceable warmth, She engraves her inedible mark, Illumining a definite spark! She endures the mountains with might, Being a mother, daughter, wife, Seldom arbiter when in rife, Her love like deep ocean shines bright, The brightest star illumining the night sky, The benevolent tree rendering it’s fruits for all, Untainted, flowing , steady like a river to its confluence, Like mother earth she nourishes life, Unravelling a trove of joys within, Her embrace evanesces grief small or big, She is a human, not divine, Indubitably, she is mother of mine!   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!